Act,  scene

1    1,   1|          You’re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your name.
2    1,   1|           re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your name.
3    1,   1|         think ...~Madame Pernelle~O dearie me, his little sister!~
4    1,   1|          company you keep.~Dorine~O admirable pattern! Virtuous
5    1,   5| partridges,~As well as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.~Orgon~
6    2,   4|           fight it out to the end o’ the chapter~To see how
7    2,   4|          rights, and pull you out o’ the scrape.~[To Valere]~
8    3,   3|            But soon, enlightened, O all lovely one,~I saw how
9    3,   3|   nothingness,~I’ll ever pay you, O sweet miracle,~An unexampled